Krogan Without Armor 소설 & 이야기

Perhaps Clay would stop hunting the Darkbreeds. Perhaps Selene would lose the influence she had gained through him. Perhaps my son would finally be free of the lies that surrounded him. Or perhaps I was fooling myself. But it was the only path I could see. A quiet crunch of gravel behind me pulled me from my thoughts. Krager. He had approached without armour, wearing only a dark cloak over his shoulders. His tall figure looked even larger in the pale dawn light. He stopped a few steps behind me. “You’re really leaving.”

I clamped down on a rogue, sinking my canines in his neck until a metallic taste of his blood filled my mouth. I dropped his dead body on the ground and spit his disgusting blood out of my mouth. I gave a thundery growl, the warriors growled in reply and went back killing the rogues with renewed strength. I continue taking down the rogues one by one. Josh was right about one thing. There was something strange and unnatural about the rogues. They didn’t have the normal red rogue eyes. Instead, their eyes were black and empty. It was completely dark, as if they had been possessed.

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

Following him, I made it back to the vehicle as he got in after me, only for the beefy driver to get in and start up the SUV and take off. Making it to the pack, I was shocked about the appearance of the place. The entirety of the pack looked as if they were repressed in a foreign country. The men looked at their roles. Those that were higher ranked were dressed slightly better than they ranked. But the poor omegas were in rags and nothing but bones and worn faces. I could tell which were pack warriors as they were dressed in black cargo pants and tight black shirts with the pack logo in the middle of their chests. Guards were in olive green cargo pants with black militia boots that were shi

BEGINNING OF THE END In a Valley of black sand, there were no trees in sight, neither mountains nor hills; crows feasted on gutted, headless and limbless corpses of Drokan soldiers as well as Riana Soldiers - Both Riana banner and Drokan banner stood at various points, some broken others impaled into corpses; Riana banner was dark-blue bearing the Levia house figure - a four-point white star, while the Drokan banner was green, bearing their figure - a flaming skull. Within the mist of the sore sight, a pale, oddly good looking, yet elegantly-handsome young man with dark long curly hair, put back to form a ponytail by a silver band, cheerfully whistles his way through the corpses while flaunt

"We brought a solution, but the palace does not want to embrace this solution. Well, maybe until it gets to a point of regret before they realise." Martin was about to say something else when they started hearing chaos in the training ground. The three brothers exchanged glances, and without wasting another second, they all rushed out of the room to see what was going on. Martin gasped when he saw that his pack was under attack again. The three brothers immediately grew their claws and jumped into the battlefield. This was the first time Martin would fight against the rogues together with his brothers. He didn't need a sword or a dagger. He grew his claws and his fangs and entered the battl

Then screaming erupted from the back convoy and chaos exploded instantly. “ATTACK!” The word tore across the road just as dark figures burst from the forest surrounding us theu were rogues but they looked different . Their eyes glowed blood red while black veins crawled beneath their skin unnaturally, it was void corruption. Bastian. “Defend the civilians!” I roared. Everything descended into violence. One of the corrupted rogues lunged toward a supply wagon I shifted instantly. Nikal exploded free beneath my skin while massive black fur burst outward violently.

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

Two rogues guarded the stairs, both dropping their heads the second he appeared. He gestured for me to follow. “Look around, Ava. This is strength, this is loyalty. All of it could be yours, if you stand beside me.” We emerged into the night air and I froze. The rogue camp sprawled out before me, larger than I ever imagined. Fires burned in iron pits, wolves and men moved in tight formations, sharpening weapons, organizing supplies. This wasn’t chaos. It was an army. My breath siezed. Kane was right, these weren’t wild rogues, they were preparing for war.